Lately I have read a number of half-backed, poorly written mysteries. I was beginning to despair that I would never find another decent detective story. One of the problems with current mysteries is that they too often rely on a gimmick, ones often involving setting, transplanted characters from famous books, hobbies, another time period or cats. If one was to go by current mystery trends one could conclude that every other well bred Georgian woman, including the great Miss Austen and her beloved creation Lizzie Bennett, was hot on the trail of some nefarious ne'er do well. What would Jane think? What would Jane do? Reach for her magnifying glass and fingerprint kit? I'm thinking no.
Thank goodness for Magdalen Nabb's small jewel of a mystery, Death in Springtime. Despite what I said about setting before, the thing that drew me to this book was the cover illustrations of Florence. Oh, I do love Florence! Last time I read a mystery set in Florence I was irritated beyond belief. It was so cheesy. Now, Death in Springtime is cheesy too. As in there are Sardinian shepherds and their wives busily, steadfastly making the pecorino and ricotta. Cheeses are stolen. The cheese making, shepherding and illegal activities of the Sardinian population of Tuscany forms the backdrop for the plot which revolves around the Carabinieris' search for a kidnapped American student. I also have a weakness for the Carabinieri; have since my childhood in Naples. Splashy dressers! Nabb's use of setting is not superficial or gimmicky. Her exploration into the history and culture of the maligned Sardinians is based on solid research, yet she incorporates the information seamlessly into the story. Her characters are well conceived, solid, interesting people. The stage is shared by four carabinieri officers and an Substitute prosecutor. There is the serious minded Captain Maestrangelo, a seasoned hand in kidnapping cases. Kidnapping is apparently a lucrative business in Tuscany. The soft-heartened, intuitive Marshal Guarnaccia. For subtle humor there is the woeful Brigadier of Pontino. Often he bemoans his understaffed department which is principally filled by youngsters doing their national service year, "mama's boys who can't even cook pasta." His knowledge of the area, insight into and sympathy for the Sardinians proves invaluable to the city officers. There is the lovelorn Bacci, a sub- lieutenant whose excellent English the others rely on. Only problem is the poor fellow tends to fall in love. Finally, the quietly ironic, cigar smoking Substitute Prosecutor who keeps the Captain well feed.
Nabb's style also sets her apart. To say her style is literary may be off- putting. Let's say her writing is far better than that of the majority of books that have made their way into this grossly bloated field. Much of this has to do with trust. I think too many writers of the mystery genre today do not trust adult readers to be intelligent, thus their writing style is juvenile, simplistic and heavy on needless explanation.
Finally! A mystery series that holds up well in comparison to Sayers, Marsh and Co. Granted this is not really a new offering; it was actually first published in 1983 before the invasion of the cozy.